Scott felt a ray of hope. Things were about to get down to business. Scampering along, practically on tiptoe, scurrying to keep up with the long str...ides of his Master, Scott was flung to the floor. He looked up to see a look of pure, unadulterated hatred on Todd’s face. This look wasn’t one of lust; his eyes were distant and glassy, filled with rage, reminding Scott of a rebel slave who had staged an insurrection against an evil slaveholder and who was about to behead the person who had. Then the six pallbearers – all from R.J.’s house – marched in formation and line up behind the limousine.The back door opened, and as they and the driver began bringing the casket out, one of the most mournful and gut-wrenching sounds known to man – “Amazing Grace” being played on the bagpipes – filled the air.Mike Adams stood at the head of the procession, holding R.J.’s helmet. They led the casket past another assembly of first responders, who all saluted the casket as it passed, and into the. John was in a great mood, of course, and he had offered to get the kids to school. She had curled back up into a ball and clawed her way back into the comforts of sleep. Now her head hurt even worse, and the kids would be home in an hour.She showered, a long hot shower that was supposed to wash away some of the emotions. Afterward, she dressed, chugged some coffee, and ate. She couldn’t really taste anything, but she knew she needed food. She walked down to the kid’s bus stop, and saw some of. ”Brita smirked, “I approve. She’s very smart; I hope you’re using all her talents and not just her pussy. All your women have stars in their eyes for you. It’s not a money thing either. They’re truly in love with you. I didn’t recall you mentioning KC, but she’s truly ga-ga about you. Isn’t that the current American term?”I chortled, “I love them as well. KC is the newest. She’s not official, but she may as well be. I haven’t gotten a ring for her yet.”Brita kissed me hard. “Will you get a ring.